Jane Rizzoli: A Case Study

Part Thirteen: Conclusions

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Summary: Maura's not a guesser. So, when she comes up with a theory as to her best friend's recent change in behavior, she sets out to test her hypothesis the only way she knows how: careful observation and experimentation. Slow burn, fluff, eventual smut, some angst.

Warnings: The following fic is rated M (NC-17) for language and sexual situations. Readers be warned.

Jane roughly kneaded Maura's breast through her bra, spreading nips and wet kisses along her shoulder to her chest. When Maura pressed her away to unhook her bra, Jane looked at her fearfully—as if she had broken her.

"I'm sorry," she said quickly, sitting up.

"No, Jane…" Maura shook her head, sitting up as well.

"I—" Jane's lips parted as a quiet gasp escaped her chest. Her eyes went black as she stared at Maura's bare, pale breasts. She didn't move. She barely breathed.

Maura dropped back onto the bedspread, looking at Jane watching her. A flush went over her chest as Jane continued to stare at her as if in awe. The brunette's glance danced over the pale skin of Maura's stomach, lingering at her breasts and then into her eyes. She blushed sheepishly.

"Touch me?" Maura said as more than an invitation than a request.

"You're so…" Jane attempted as she leaned over her. Maura bit her lip hard as Jane's palm moved gently over her pearled nipple. Moisture pooled between her legs as Jane rolled the nipple between her fingers. The brunette studied her face carefully, but Maura could not keep her eyes from fluttering closed. The agonizingly gentle touch was sending electric heat straight to her center.

After years of yearning, months of longing, and weeks of teasing, Maura was approaching the edge quickly. She ached for Jane's hand between her legs, but the brunette seemed content to play languidly with her breasts. Then, quite suddenly, Jane pulled her nipple more roughly. Heat pulsed through Maura's body and between her legs.

Jane moved over her, whispering softly, "You're so beautiful, Maura."

The brunette pressed her thigh between Maura's legs. Maura bucked her hips as Jane shifted forward. She moaned into Jane's mouth as the brunette eagerly kneaded her breast. Jane's kiss grew sloppy as she pivoted forward again and again, eliciting soft, appreciative moans from the woman below her.

"Jane," Maura pleaded, "I need you to touch me."

"Where?" Jane asked, slowing her movements.

Maura frustratedly unzipped her jeans. So close and I'm still half dressed, she thought frantically. She looked up at Jane, who looked nervous again. Slowly, Maura took Jane's hand. Jane shifted over her as Maura guided her hand into her pants.

"Here," Maura breathed. Jane's jaw dropped as Maura pressed her hand under her panties and into her folds.

"Fuck." Jane moaned, moving her fingers slowly, cautiously through Maura's hot, wet center.

"Jane…" Maura groaned loudly, shaking as the pads of Jane's fingers found her clit.

"You're so … wet," Jane said in wonder.

"For—" Maura shivered as Jane explored her folds, "you. I'm so wet for you."

Maura canted her hips again as Jane's finger swiped over her clit, but Jane shifted her hand and the building pressure slipped away. Maura screwed her eyes shut, whimpering as Jane removed her hands from her pants.

"Shh…" Jane whispered. Maura sighed with relief as Jane moved to tug off her jeans and her underwear.

"Jane," Maura practically begged, "please touch me." Her center was aching and if Jane didn't touch her properly soon, she wasn't sure she could take it.

The honey blond moaned loudly as Jane leaned down and took her nipple into her mouth. Fresh waves of heat spread through her body and straight to her clit as Jane sucked and nibbled lightly. Maura's hands went into Jane's curls as Jane used her tongue to play with her nipple and her fingers to tease her opening.

"Fuck," Maura moaned. "Jane, I'm so close. Please touch my—"

Jane's fingers circled her around her clit, softly—too softly. She could feel Jane's breath in her ear as she slowly increased the pressure, "You've been teasing me for so long, Maura."

The fact that Jane was delaying her pleasure on purpose made it all that more deliciously unbearable. Maura grasped at Jane's shoulder and neck as the brunette spread kisses along her jaw.

"Jane," Maura moaned again. She'd never needed an orgasm as much as she did in that moment. It was turning her into a pleading, begging mess, but she couldn't help how desperately close Jane was keeping her to the edge with each leisurely stroke. "I'm so close…" she whimpered.

"Maura?" Jane whispered.

The honey blond opened her eyes to see dark, coffee brown eyes looking back with unadulterated adoration and amazement.

"I love you." Jane said as they locked eyes.

Waves of pleasure erupted from Maura's center as Jane moved her fingers firmly over her clit and continued her praises in her ear as she stroked over and over, "I love you, Maura. So much."

"Jane!" Maura moaned loudly as her back arched and sweet ecstasy overtook her.

"I love you, Maur'," Jane repeated hotly in her ear. "So much it hurts."

Maura could feel tears on her neck as Jane drug out her pleasure. The brunette moved her kisses to Maura's lips as she pressed two fingers into her opening. Another orgasm started to build as the first had just barely receded. She could only grasp desperately at Jane's shoulders as she moved her thumb over her sensitive clit and curled her fingers into over and over.

"Jane," Maura moaned again and again, coming hard. "Oh, Jane, J—Jane!"

The honey blond was panting by the time Jane eased her movements. Carefully, almost reluctantly, Jane pulled her fingers from within her. Slowly, Maura came out of the haze of two mind-blowing orgasms. She pressed appreciative kisses to Jane's lips as the brunette looked down at her. Maura wiped the tears from Jane's cheeks, smiling up at her adoringly.

"I love you too, Jane," Maura whispered earnestly. "I'm so in love with you. It's completely irrational."

"Yeah?" Jane responded in a breathless whisper.

Maura nodded, "So much it makes my chest ache and my heart swell simultaneously."

Jane smiled, "Not very scientific."

"I couldn't possibly explain what I feel for you with science."

"Is that so?"

Again, Maura nodded, "But I'd like to show you…"

"Show me what?" Jane frowned.

"How much I love you," Maura said, tugging at the zipper of Jane's slacks. "Would that be okay?"

"God," Jane shivered. "I'm going to die if you don't touch me."

Maura pushed Jane over as she responded, "I seriously doubt that."

"Maur'," Jane complained as the honey blond moved away. Her head fell back on the bed as Maura pulled down her pants and underwear. Maura marveled at the moisture in the small patch of hair between Jane's legs. Her scent drifted into her nostrils as she moved slowly over her.

"You're so gorgeous, Jane," Maura whispered tenderly as she locked eyes with her. She leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. "Your soft lips." She pressed a kiss to Jane's jaw, "Your defined jawline." She praised Jane with kisses at each feature she described, "Your muscular neck … your strong shoulders…" She took Jane's hand, kissing her fingers and her palm, "Your long, slender fingers … your strong hands…"

Maura moved to press another kiss on Jane's lips. Jane was blushing profusely, appearing half aroused and half exposed. Maura tucked the hair behind Jane's ear, looking resolutely into her eyes, "Your dark, coffee colored eyes." She pressed another kiss to Jane's lips before moving down her body.

"I love every part of you." Maura whispered as she pressed a wet kiss between Jane's breasts. Jane threw her head back as Maura took her nipple into her mouth and rolled it around her tongue. Jane whimpered as Maura bit it softly, soothing it with her tongue.

"The way that you taste…" Maura said, moving her mouth to Jane's other nipple and giving it just as much attention.

"The way that you feel …" Maura continued, moving kisses down Jane's stomach as her abs twitched and her hips bucked.

"The way you smell …" Maura said, licking her lips as she approached the apex of Jane's thighs.

When Maura paused, Jane picked her head up and looked down at her pleadingly.

"I want to make you come in my mouth." Maura explained, though she wasn't sure it was necessary given the look of anticipation on Jane's face.

Jane nodded frantically, moaning loudly the moment Maura swiped her tongue through her folds. Maura hummed at the exhilarating taste of Jane's arousal. Jane's fingers went into her hair, pressing her mouth closer. The honey blond had to put a steadying hand on Jane's stomach to control the wild bucking of her hips.

Maura could tell she was quickly reaching her climax, so she picked up the pace of her tongue. Jane moaned as Maura eased one finger into her opening, and then another. She matched the strokes of her fingers with gentle sucks on Jane's clit. Jane's began to moan loudly as Maura matched her movements with those of Jane's hips. The brunette's back arched as she came into Maura's mouth. The honey blond continued the movements of her fingers, dragging out her pleasure as she moved up her lover's body.

Jane moaned as Maura kissed her, Jane's arousal still on her lips. The brunette's mouth hung open as Maura continued pressing into her. She moved her thumb over Jane's sensitive clit, bringing her to the edge of a second orgasm quickly.

"Maura," Jane whimpered. "I can't …"

"Jane, look at me." Maura practically begged.

Jane's eyelids drooped with each stroke, but she looked up at Maura breathlessly.

"I love you..." Maura whispered earnestly.

"Maura!" Jane moaned, "Fuck, Maura!"

Maura watched in wonder as her best friend came with her name on her lips. She continued the movements of her fingers, dragging out every bit of pleasure Jane had in her. Maura spread kisses over Jane's neck and jaw, letting her pant her name breathlessly as Maura slowly removed her fingers.

As Jane started to shake, Maura pressed her body against hers and pulled her into a hug. She pulled the blanket over them, whispering softly, "It's okay. I'm here."

Jane tugged her closer by the hip, burying her face in Maura's neck. The honey blond intertwined her legs with Jane's, pulling her flush against her. Maura combed her fingers through Jane's hair, trying to soothe her.

"I'm sorry," Jane said in a shaky, muffled voice.

"Don't be," Maura replied, "such an intense orgasm can leave you feeling very vulnerable. It's a compliment really."

Jane groaned with annoyance, squeezing her rebukingly. She laid back to look at Maura and rolled her eyes, "Stop bragging."

Maura smirked, "I'm not bragging."

"You are too," Jane replied facetiously.

"Would it make you feel any better if I said that no one has ever given me an orgasm as intense as you did—no less two?"

Jane bit her lip, raising her eyebrow triumphantly.

Maura laughed.

The brunette grinned in return.

"You know," Maura said, tucking a dark, wild curl behind Jane's ear, "I think I can finally conclude my experiment."

Jane frowned at her curiously.

"Yes," Maura nodded, "you are most definitely attracted to me."

Jane chuckled, "You think?"

"I know." Maura smiled, kissing her softly.

Jane searched Maura's eyes as she tucked the hair behind her ear. "Is that what that notebook was all about? All of your flirting—it was an experiment?"

Maura sighed, pressing her forehead against Jane's. She couldn't look in the brunette's eyes as she admitted, "I didn't know how else to figure it out without risking losing you. I'm sorry—"

"I told you," Jane insisted, lifting Maura's chin so she was forced to look her in the eyes, "don't be sorry."

Jane kissed Maura softly, lovingly. She played with Maura's hair as she did so, breathing softly through her nose. She pulled her close.

Suddenly, she broke the kiss. "Those things you wrote about me…" Jane whispered, "is that how you really see me?"

Maura nodded wordlessly.

Jane grinned, "There were like three pages just about my face."

"Two and a half," Maura corrected, biting her lip nervously. She glanced uneasily into Jane's eyes, "How much of my notes did you read?"

"Not a lot," Jane admitted, "most of it was pretty technical."

Maura smiled, looking into Jane's eyes with confidence at last, "All of that science and I still couldn't figure you out. You are so deceptively complex."

"Pretty annoying, huh?" Jane smirked.

"Quite the opposite," Maura smiled, full of contentment, "it's exactly what I love most about you."

A/N: I have more planned for this story, but you were spoiled with this much so consistently because I already had most of it written. I'm still working on the upcoming chapter.